Saturday 06:58, a 'todo' list takes me too far away, what of now and here and these things to handy, handy things. A pen, a notebook and this amazing writing 'phone' device. To write a sentence, to make some sense, from a mingling of thoughts and the things all around, noises, shapes, colours, reflections. I write to read to read to write. A rolling stone comes to mind, I imagine a trace of moss gathering on the trail, as if I've travelled. This frame. A sentence. A photograph.